I was just a small girl in ‘69, so I wasn’t in school, but I lived in Corona, right under the Number 7 train, and I could hear the announcer’s voice and the roar of the crowd.
When they won, all the Number 7 trains blew their whistles and every car horn was blaring.
In ‘86, I was an adult, and though I didn’t get to a game ($$$$ even back then), I remember the LIRR and subway conductors giving play-by-play to us commuters while we were underground. I finally got to my home station, left the train, and promptly got smashed with the rest of the neighborhood in the local bar.
Good times. Hope we have another one this year.
Let’s Go Mets!
Regards,
that must of really been something! GO METS!!!!!